Fall To Pieces-Sequal to Break My Fall

Chapter 7

"Fall To Pieces" Chapter 7

Selena’s P.O.V

I was home two months-two freaking months-and Linda still hadn’t rostered me back to work. I’d tried on numerous occasions to sway her, but she was standing over Justin’s orders. It was an absolute joke.

Loads of pregnant women worked to full term. I was only twenty-eight weeks; I had plenty of time before the baby came, and an even pathetically larger amount of time to waste.

Being cooped up in the house like I was on my last legs, was not winning Justin Bieber any brownie points.

I spent most of my days cleaning the house, and vacuuming up dog hair. I was bored out of my mind and lonely. I was also incredibly, irritated with my housemates; all three of them, no exceptions.

Derek was being his usual smart-assed self, and I swear, if I heard one more ‘preggers,’ or ‘got milk,’ joke come out of his mouth, I was going to lose it.

I knew his jokes were good natured, but at seven months pregnant, I didn’t have my usual patience with him. And Demi’s mood swings were impressive, to say the least. If she wasn’t smothering me, cooing over me like a mother hen, she was screaming her head off at Derek, and accusing anyone who came within a ten mile radius, of something outrageous.

Demi was behaving as if she was the one with the pregnancy hormones, and I was actually beginning to find her suggestive comments about mine and Mike’s friendship, both gross and offensive.

Demi and I had been friends our entire lives, and in all my life, I had only ever been with Justin. She knew that. So, for her to imply that I was messing around with Justin’s brother, while carrying his baby, showed how much mass she had in my moral fiber.

Just two nights ago, when I got back from dinner with Mike, she’d practically accused me of cheating on Justin, with him, which I found ridiculous for two reasons.

The first being the fact, that I wasn’t with Justin in the first place, therefore, even if I was seeing Mike-which I wasn’t-it wouldn’t constitute as cheating.

And the second; Mike had mentioned to me, that he was seeing someone, which as far as I could gather, was getting pretty serious. Mike still wouldn’t tell me who his girlfriend was, but my money was on the new girl in house-keeping he spoke about.

The other night when we grabbed a bite to eat at a diner downtown, Mike had droned on and on, for over a half an hour, about how funny this Karen girl was, so I figured she was a prime candidate for his heart.

She’d started working at the hotel around the time I had my miscarriage, which, conveniently, was around the same time Mike started dating his mysterious lady.

I was secretly delighted that he was into her so much; it made our friendship so much easier, less controversial. And of course, Justin was doing what Justin did best; avoiding me.

After our talk in his car the other week, I’d hoped that we were getting places, solving some of our issues, but, nope, I’d been wrong, again.

Two days after our talk, I had broached the subject of going back to work, in my foolish assumption that, Justin, was a conciliatory person.

He had shot me down without listening to my argument, which in turn, had elicited an even bigger argument. A lot of stuff was said, mostly by me, and we hadn’t spoken more than a handful of sentences since.

I guessed he was giving me space, but by avoiding me, he was just making this living arrangement unbearable. I knew why he was keeping his distance, which, at first, had made me feel bad, but now just aggravated me. I was feeling guilty, and I was mad at Justin for making me feel guilty.